Dymock Daffodils

Despite the rain on Sunday we managed to get to Dymock to see the wild daffodils.  To avoid the heavy shower that had started after we got out of the car we went and had a look in the church where we found an excellent display all about the Dymock poets. The main door to the church was also amazing, it is an ancient heavy wooden one.  The churchyard has some huge yew trees, the size of which we had never come across before.  We then had to go and have a cup of tea and cake until the rain stopped.  We picked up yet another map, a bargain at £1!  Just like last year, we still had no idea where we had walked until we got home and looked at an Ordnance Survey map.

We walked down from where we parked the car passing masses of daffodils in the field, through a gate and then along the side of a stream.

Where there were masses more daffodils.

We passed a very nice weir and it is at times like this that I wish I had a better camera.  The gusting wind was catching the edges of the water as it came over the top and whipping it upwards. It was a very comical sight.

We wandered on further across a bridge and past an old manor house which led into fields.  It was at this point we decided to turn back.  It is surprising what you have missed when you return along the same path. These kingcups for instance ....

and these wild white violets.  There were also some very dark purple ones, much darker than the wild ones in our garden.

There is always inspiration all around you when you are out and about.  I loved these thorns.  I guess they are something like buckthorn, and this fantastic old apple tree with its knobbly bark.

We even managed not to get wet but did get awfully muddy, covered in the warm red clay soil that is typical of this part of the world.